by Kira Blakely
He lays flat with me wrapped around his torso, both of us panting, even though he exerted himself far more than I did. He’s slick with sweat.
“I took a class on human sexuality in college,” Rainier whispers to me. I feel his finger—impossibly—seek out my tiny soaked button again. There’s no way I can come more. My pussy is going to fracture from the strain. “They said that the cervix actually dips down and sucks up semen when a woman has an orgasm with her clit. So, if your man just came inside you, he needs to make sure you come, too. He needs to make sure your body takes his seed as deep as it can go.”
Blush thunders up into my cheeks and I subconsciously rock against his touch, enticing him to keep fingering me. “I’m on the pill, anyway,” I remind him softly. He flicks at my sopping pussy and I clench up like I might actually come again.
“Maybe you should get off of it,” Rainier growls. “I want you taking every load I’ve got, Good Girl. I know you’ll work hard to deserve it. I want you full of me. Hot as an oven. Ready. God, yeah. Ready to get my cum so deep... I’m going to make you so... fucking... pregnant...”
I wail as an orgasm culminates and shoots through my body. They seem to come faster each time. Eventually, he’s just going to touch me and I’ll come. I gush all over his fingers, thinking about my cervix dipping down, sucking up his cum and pulling it even deeper into me.
Panting for breath, I echo limply, “Pregnant?”
“Don’t pay attention to me,” Rainier murmurs, waving a hand drowsily. “I was just dirty talking. Of course I’m not going to pump you full of babies.” His eyes close and he smiles softly anyway, as if warmed by the thought. “Of course not,” he repeats.
“Okay,” I whisper.
I watch him lying there with his eyes closed, looking like he’s the one doing yoga now. He looks more relaxed and happy than I’ve ever seen him. Hell, we could be the same age right now.
My hand slithers across the mattress and weaves itself in with his, even though his fingers are sticky.
“I don’t care if I lose my job,” I blurt, sweaty and smelling of sex and tired all over again, even though it’s early afternoon and all I’ve done today is yoga and Rainier. I could grow old with him, you know. I could die happy. “I want to be your sex assistant.”
Rainier’s palm smoothens lovingly over my expansive hip curve and he sighs. “You will be,” he whispers. “You have to be mine now.”
Chapter 11
Rainier
I finally have to pry myself away from Ella and do something other than... find my life’s purpose, apparently. I take a shower at her villa, just because I’m in desperate need, and then I slip on the mask I had in my pocket so I can head back to my own villa.
“You can stay,” Ella offers, threading her fingers through her long brown hair and blinking up at me expectantly. “If you want to.”
I smile down at her and answer, “I know. Can I see you again tonight? On the beach in front of the main house?”
Ella purses her lips and nods. I know she’s nervous. Without knowing how I know, I know that she’s nervous about how things are going to be now. It was easier when we were just banging away on every surface. There was no future, no introspection. But now, when we separate, she’ll have the chance to clear her head. And so will I.
“What time?” Ella wonders obediently, and I tell her sunset. She says that she’ll be there. “I’ll just...” She giggles nervously. “Just lock all the doors and wait.”
“Don’t,” I say. “What happened with Rex was a fluke. That kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen here, and it won’t happen ever again. I promise.”
She bites her lower lip and nods, not asking me how I can be sure. My heart swells up. She just trusts me.
Outside of her villa, a valet passes, and I pull him to the side. “Excuse me, sir,” I say. “I invited a friend of mine to the Island, and he’s not... handling it very well.”
The valet grins. “Perhaps we can send someone to his villa? Or five someones?”
But I shake my head. “I witnessed him become forceful with a guest,” I explain. “He doesn’t understand that the women, even though they might be naked and wearing masks, can still say no.”
“That behavior is strictly prohibited, even and especially here,” the valet snaps, quoting one of the rules of the island. “We’ll have to remove him from the Island immediately and ban him for life, sir.”
“That sounds about right. I caught him assaulting an associate of ours, and I can only imagine what he might be capable of doing if he doesn’t know the woman at all. You know what I mean.”
These women are traipsing around naked because they trust our self-control. They trust that the island won’t devolve into some free-for-all rape fest and knowing how blindly determined Rex can be... it’s possible that other women on the island are also in danger.
“What is his name?” the valet asks.
“Rex McKenzie,” I answer. “I’ll come with you. I don’t want him to give you any trouble.” The valet, although physically fit, looks barely older than a teenager himself.
We walk together to Rex’s villa and his voice leaks out from the windows, clearly shouting. “Just put them on!” he demands, and the valet scrambles to use his skeleton key to unlock the door.
We throw it open to find him yelling down at a naked, masked brunette who is in the middle of sobbing, “But I don’t need glasses. This will make me sick.”
They both twist to look at us spilling through the foyer, the valet’s face panicked and mine stern.
“Are you all right?” the valet shrills at the brunette, who scrambles to her feet and runs over to us.
“I just wanted to fool around in the Jacuzzi,” she says, pointing angrily at Rex. “But he’s trying to force me into some weird roleplaying shit I am not into. I’m not your little sex secretary! I’m not into that stuff!”
I glower at Rex. “They’re going to kick you off the Island, man,” I warn him. “You know you can’t go around like this here.”
“It’s just a crazy sex club anyway,” Rex sneers. “None of it makes any sense. Women are strutting around naked but you can’t just fuck any of them however you want. I’d rather get a hooker. At least then I know I’ll be satisfied!” He shouts this at the brunette, who shrinks behind me next, not feeling sufficiently protected by the valet. “But back in the real fucking world, Rainier, you’re the one who’s going to be kicked off.”
I scoff. “Kicked off the real world?”
“That’s right! You breached your own contract, smartass. You’re going to drown in legal fees and I’m going to take control of the company.”
“Who’s going to sue me? Ella?”
“I am. I’m going to sue you for turning our company into your own personal brothel. Get Ella on the stand and tell me she won’t come clean about all this.”
Actually, I think she would lie for me but I don’t say this out loud. “I don’t think you’re thinking clearly,” I tell him. “For now, let’s just get you packed and home. We can discuss how we feel about the developments when I return the day after you do.”
Rex glowers. “You’re loving this.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I’m going to take Ms. A back to her villa,” the valet says, taking the shaken brunette and leading her away. Now it is just Rex and I, but I’m positive the valet will send back-up to ensure that Rex is removed. They take assault more seriously here than they do in the freaking States.
Rex and I stare back and forth, and then he commands, “I want you to fire Ella.”
“Never,” I reply easily.
“I can’t work with her,” Rex says.
“You don’t have to. In fact, I think that I might offer her a job in the private sector.”
Rex’s jaw clenches. “You wouldn’t.”
“I thought you didn’t want to work with her, Rex.”
“So, you’re going to just transfer her to your bedro
om?”
Rex lets out a roar and charges at me. To me, it seems to happen in slow motion, because I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since the element of Ella was introduced. It’s the only way a love triangle can ever end—with violence. He telegraphs his offensive maneuvers readily with his glaring eyes and his roaring face, pouncing.
I take all of his forward momentum and step to the side, throwing him against the villa wall like he’s a ball. All the pictures frames along the wall come trembling down, and a nearby vase tumbles and shatters.
“Act right, Rex,” I snap. “This is a resort. We can’t trash this place.” Meanwhile, Rex is balled up on the floor, groaning like a bitch. His watery eyes squint at me through his fingers as he slowly sits upright. “This is exactly why you’re going home the second time you’ve ever been here, and now you’re banned,” I say. “Because you have no respect for other people and their things.”
“I have been working on Ella for months!” Rex cries, face twisted and beet red. He staggers back up onto his feet. I’ve never seen him get like this over a woman. We would both roll out and score over the years... It was meaningless. “You treat her like shit and she crawls to you!”
“What the fuck has gotten into you?” I ask him. “I never treated Ella like shit.”
“You did!” he snarls. “I’m sick of it. I’m so sick of it. Always getting everything you want. Always getting first pick of the women. I’m sick of it. Just because you’ve got that goddamn jawline. That’s all it is.”
“That’s not all it is,” I promise him. “I treat women with respect, Rex. That’s why they come to me. I’m not trying to get them into bed. They like that. I never came on to Ella... even though I really fucking wanted to. I treated her with respect because of the environment. And she responded to that. Women like a little space, a little freedom. Give them space and they’ll come crawling to you, too.”
“I want a sexy assistant,” Rex pouts. “She’s perfect. She’s, like, Maxim-level perfect.”
“Ella isn’t my sexy assistant,” I half-lie. “And she isn’t perfect,” I fully lie, just for Rex’s peace of mind. There’s no reason to lord over him the objective fact of how perfect Isabella Petit is. “She’s just a girl who likes to play that role... and you can find one, too. Ella is a person. And she’s special, anyway. She’s different.”
“How so?”
My shoulders soften and I confess the truth, the words I’ve been holding back from myself and from everyone else. “She was made for me,” I say. “You can’t just force that.”
The villa doors swing open and four valets enter, including the one from earlier. It’s obvious from the stern expressions on their faces why they’re here and I look to Rex without sympathy. He needs to go. He can’t handle this place.
“Sorry, Rex,” I tell him gruffly, slapping him on the shoulder as I saunter out. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
Chapter 12
Ella
On Saturday morning, I leave my contacts out and put my glasses back on. I pull my hair up and sneak my phone out of my suitcase to tap a quick email.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Rainier murmurs next to me, either ready to go to sleep or ready to nuzzle up and start trying something. His body is so relaxed, I can’t imagine that he might actually be on the verge of getting up. “What are you doing? No phones on the island, babe. That’s a strict policy.”
I beam down at my phone and send the email to his car dealership, confirming analytics for eleven o’clock Monday. “I know,” I say, tearing my eyes from the screen to smile at him. “You just had some correspondences piling up.”
“You’re a total workaholic. You’re worse than I am.” He grins at me, unable to hide his pleasure with this fact. “You’re breaking the rules at a vacation spot just so you can work over Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, shit, my parents,” I seethe, bowing my head. “I almost forgot.”
“I think you did forget. Thanksgiving was Thursday.”
“Shut up. I’ll tell them that you’re working me overtime.”
“I am.”
“Burning the candle at both ends.”
“Ooh. Sounds kinky.” Rainier hesitates and then broaches, “What would you think about actually doing something like that, though?”
“I don’t know, you were pretty vague. What is the ‘candle’ in this scenario?”
Rainier laughs and shakes his head like I punched him. Maybe, in some ways, I have punched him.
“I mean, would you actually consider working for me—from home? From my home?” he elaborates.
“Uhhh.” Heat rushes up into my cheeks and my eyes dart over to him. “I don’t know.”
“I used to not like those glasses, but with your head down, they look good.”
“See? Would I even be able to get any work done?”
Rainier sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and settles back. “I guess not. But I think it’d be a solid move, anyway. Think about it. You’re happy. I’m happy. Maybe I could provide your boarding... your food... and a small stipend, just for living. And you’re my assistant throughout all of life, no matter where I am. Office or bedroom.”
I bite my lower lip, too, and I really imagine what that would be like.
Smirking, I straddle his lap and open my blouse. “I see me making you waffles in a cute little apron and nothing else. See your hands all over me.” I grind down and find him hard beneath the sheet. “I see myself taking care of your every need.” I suck on his lower lip and murmur to him, “Even when what you need is to relieve some tension before a big meeting.”
“Mm, I like that,” Rainier purrs. He plays with the tips of my hair, then his hands migrate to my nipples. He swallows. “I want you to belong to me.”
I’m in mid-grind on his shaft when he says the words, and I hesitate, blinking down at him. He stares back at me, his abdominal muscles stark and contracted, responding with soft grinds of his own. His coffee eyes cloud with lust and I wonder if he even really knows what he’s saying. Maybe that’s just his dick talking.
“The way an employee belongs to a boss,” I supply for him, sure that must be what he means.
“No… like a woman belongs to a man,” he growls, clutching my hip and grinding himself harder, insistently, against my sex. “I want to have every part of you, Ella. This…” He slips his hand between us and rubs at the wet patch developing on my panties. “This is my hole.” He takes the same hand and hooks a finger in my mouth, still humping me up and down. “And this is my hole.” He slides the finger in and out of my mouth, pantomiming fucking my mouth, while his free hand scoops over my ample ass cheeks and then slithers between them. “And this is my hole,” he breathes. His free hand is coming for my asshole and I brace myself, sure that it will be weird.His finger nudges gently at my asshole, but he doesn’t push too hard. “All your holes,” he promises me, “are my holes… and this dick is your dick.”
His finger starts to break into my ass and I gasp, unprepared. “Rainier,” I cry, using his first name in bed for the first time. It still feels new on my lips.
“I know, I know,” he growls, drawing his finger away. “You don’t like it yet. But you will.”
I’m not sure about that, but he grips my thigh and opens it, sliding out from underneath me. “Let me see it from the back.”
I obey, because it’s natural to do so, and he pushes my ass up and apart but not to get to my asshole. It exposes my pussy utterly and he pushes himself inside with no real foreplay this time. I’m already slick with anticipation anyway and he growls deep in his throat with the discovery.
“You feel so big,” I whine, almost complaining. This position—with my pussy so open, with him diving so deep—is new, and it makes me feel like a virgin all over again. I try to come away from Rainier by just an inch or two and make myself more comfortable. Sometimes the sex can be too crazy, too wild, and I worry that I’ll embarrass myself by losing control of my bowels or something. Especially with m
y whole ass on display right now—I don’t want him pushing too far.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathes, binding his arms around my hips and forcing me back, forcing me down to the base of his thick prick. “You’re going to stop running away from this dick…”
“Yes, sir,” I answer him, even though my face is now kind of crushed in a pillow. He thrusts deep and hard into me and I don’t run, because he told me that I was going to stop. I don’t run, even though the depth and his girth are almost unbearable, and I unleash a hot, quivering orgasm on his staff.
“You’re coming, aren’t you?” he pants, driving harder into me. I bounce on his shaft and my pussy shudders. He’s fucking pummeling me, merciless. “You’re coming right now, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer because my capacity for speech is gone now. I just moan like a damn cow and he takes that as a yes. My knees leave the mattress and he’s got me in the air now.
“Yeah, come on that dick,” he commands me, driving again and again and again. “It’s your dick, baby. Get your cum all over it.”
When my body loosens and shudders and collapses after the string of powerful orgasms, Rainier settles my limp legs to the mattress. His hands smoothen over my ass with adoration.
“My holes,” he whispers. “All mine. Every day. Everywhere.”
I feel his stiff head probing at my anus and tighten up with anticipation… and excitement.
“Relax, Good Girl.” His palm flashes down hard on my ass and my whole pelvic floor responds. I tremble and open up for him. “You’re going to love this.”
He’s surprisingly tender—more tender than he’s ever been with me, even when he was taking my virginity—as he pushes slowly into my final hole, taking another virginity. I stop breathing and get a little dizzy. Gooseflesh rises on my arms and rushes down my legs.
“Oh, my god,” Rainier gasps, sliding inch by inch. His cock grows inside me, as my tightness hardens him more and more. “Oh, my god.”